Hardship and sacrifice is a given thing.
It is the way to improve our humanity.
Though it's hard and austere to be good.
And our mediocrity is a usual excuse.
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We are enjoying all the earthly pleasure.
That we forgot our purifying intention.
Is it enough to be religious?
Will it justify in His sight?
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Sometimes our love for Him is just symbolic.
Or our concern to other people.
Does it really hurt to make it real?
Can we offer our commitment as a gift?
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We are obviously afraid and insecure.
And we seek His help to pacify our soul.
But when we are healed and feel OK again.
We are back in old business anew.
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Embrace love and be caring.
Don't blame others for our failures.
Don't always think about our own good, for it is greed.
This dominant commitment is the most harmful culprit.
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Rhymes of My Soul
PoetryA poem is like a mirror, it echoes a soul. Every line has its own revelation - to uncover who we are, what we are and what we believe . . .
